This fic has a horrible title! And also I kinda got the prompt for it, like, a month ago. So I finally sat my lazy butt down to finish this monstrosity. Also -- I'm kind of nervous about the ending. I think it might be too much? Just let me know what you guys think. Also, in honor of this being a fic requested by fluff!anon, this is the fluffiest goddamn thing I could come up with. - P.
to not spoil this fic, my a/n is exceptionally at the end. but just so you know, love the part when Tony was saying sweet things and when Steve ran to the couch <3
“There was nothing you could’ve done about that. We were in a no-win situation,” Tony reassured.
“But what if there’s a surprise attack? What about then?”
“I’ve seen you go into Captain America mode in less than a second.”
Steve shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I need to be a little more serious from now on.”
“Too bad for you, because it’s gonna be pretty hard to get serious when I’m around,” Tony joked.
“Oh yeah?” Steve asked, smiling.
“It’s kind of my job to cheer you up, you know,” Tony said, shooting his hands to Steve’s stomach and smiling when he heard him burst out in laughter, “Y’know, boyfriend and all that.”
“T-Tohohohony!” Steve cried out, squirming away from his devious fingers and running to the couch.
“Pretend all you want, but we both know you’re just going there so it’ll be easier for me to get to you,” Tony teased, straddling his boyfriend and pulling both arms over his head. He knew Steve liked being tickled, at least a little. It’s not that Tony wasn’t strong, but he knew that he’d never be able to pry a super soldier’s arms from his sides in a million years. Unless, of course, one was to totally and unsubtly let him do so.
“Nohoho! Don’t!” Steve cried, Tony hovering five wiggling fingers over Steve, slowly moving toward Steve’s armpit. Tony could swear Steve let out a legitimate squeal before descending into a fit of giggles.
“That is literally the most adorable sound I’ve ever heard. Remind me to do that more often,” Tony remarked. He then let go of Steve’s wrists, shooting both hands into his underarms, then gently kneading his ribs and sides and skittering all ten fingers across his stomach underneath his shirt. When Tony finally hit the sweet spot, on Steve’s hips, and he could hear his boyfriend go off into silent laughter, he knew it was time to stop.
Jeez, Steve didn’t even complain, or try to get him back--which Tony knew he was fully capable of doing. Did he seriously believe his was fooling anyone at this point?
The two snuggled together on the couch, silently descending into sleep.
-
Laying there with Steve in the dark, early hours of morning, Tony began to think. What if there actually was a surprise attack? What would I do if…?
“Steve?” Tony whispered. He could see that his boyfriend was still asleep. “Steve,” he whispered again, this time shaking his shoulder.
“Hm?”
“Are you awake? I need to ask you something.”
“I’m up, I’m up,” Steve said, albeit a bit groggily. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been thinking…for a while. About things,” Tony whispered.
“Like what?”
“What if I did actually lose you?”
“Tony--”
“No, it’s true. What if we really don’t have that much time? So I thought…maybe we should…”
“Tony, I--”
“Will you marry me?”
They both stared at each other, the question big enough to fill all the silence in the room.
“Sure. Go back to sleep,” Steve ordered.
Tony laughed.
*GAAAAAAAAASP*
I hope you realize that I demand a Stony wedding now. and Stony wedding night. and Stony honeymoon. wheeeeeeeeee!! *runs around throwing rice, flowers, letting out pigeons and other stuff*
